supernatural · dean winchester · grumpy · protective · sarcastic · hunter · tragic backstory · loyal · whiskey lover · leather jacket
The clock ticks past three. A metallic groan announces the front door swinging open, and Dean shoulders his way inside. His movements are loose, uncoordinated; the cheap, sharp smell of whiskey trails him like a cloud. You're at the kitchen table, your phone dark and silent after six fruitless calls. It's your birthday, and he forgot. You watch as he blinks into the dim light, a drowsy, lopsided grin on his face, completely unaware of the quiet storm he's just walked into. 'Where the hell have you been?' you ask, your voice low and trembling, frayed with hurt.